*Disclaimer* All original plotlines, characters, settings etc. belong to the lovely Ms. J.K. Rowling. Much thanks for letting me borrow them :)

Rose rolled out of the armchair, landing hard on the floor and scrambling to her feet. She ran up the stairs and burst into the Girls' dormitory. Desperately, Rose fumbled with her trunk, pulling it open at last and flinging a t-shirt and a pair of jeans on to the floor next to her.

From somewhere inside Gwyneth's thick canopy came a groan and a muffled plea to quiet down as Rose loosened her costume and yanked on her day clothes.

"You have Quidditch," she reminded Gwyneth, "like right now."

Stuffing her feet into combat boots and grabbing her book bag and cloak, she dashed down the stairs and through the common room, stopping finally for a brief moment directly outside the portrait hole. Hoisting her bag on to her shoulder, Rose took a deep breath and set off sprinting down the hall once again.

She arrived at the library just after 11:15, her cheeks pink. Panting hard, she leaned against Madam Pince's desk and plucked an ivy leaf from her hair, earning a glare from the ancient librarian.

"Excuse...me," She breathed heavily, "there should be...a...ACHEM..." she coughed, "there should be a peer tutor checked in for Rose Weasley?"

"Yes," Madam Pince drawled, opening a large dusty book full of names, but not looking at it. "The young man is right over there." She pointed toward a table, nearly obstructed by book shelves. Whoever was at it was not visible from the circulation desk.

Rose thanked her and made her way behind the shelves to the table where seated was none other than Scorpius Malfoy.

"Where's my new Arithmancy -" She began, then paused, realization dawning on her. "Oh. Oh, no. Oh, no."

Malfoy grinned and steepled his fingers. "Hello, Miss Weasley. I'm Scorpius Malfoy. I'll be your Arithmancy tutor this year."

Rose narrowed her eyes, leaned back in the chair and crossed her arms.

"Now, Miss Weasley, is that really a learning attitude? I suggest you take your books so we can get started."

"Listen, Malfoy -"

"Oh, no, Miss Weasley - Sir will do. Or maybe Master Malfoy. That has a nice ring to it, don't you think?"

"Are you going to take this seriously or am I going to have to ask Professor Vector for a new tutor?"

He laughed a deep chuckle and threw his hands up. "I'm only kidding."

Giving him a cold look, Rose pulled out her textbook and quills - then hesitated.

"Are - should we talk about last night?"

Scorpius looked uncomfortable for a second, then shrugged. "I don't know what there is to say. You don't like me."

He became very interested with a spot on the library table. "Can we not talk about this?"

"Yeah. Um, sure." Rose said, her guilt for bringing it up melting her stony exterior. "I thought we could start with basic Grammatica."

The next 42 minutes of her tutoring session was unexpectedly enjoyable, and Rose was surprised when Scorpius finally looked down at his silver watch and told her they were done for the day.

"So, I'll see you here next Saturday, yeah?" He asked.

"I suppose you will," she confirmed, hoisting her book bag on to her shoulder. "Scorpius?"

His head snapped up immediately, "yes?"

"Thank you."

"No problem," he muttered, eyes straying to the table again. "I hope you do well on the exam on Tuesday."

"Yeah, you too." Rose said, and hurried out of the library.

The next week flew by as fast as her tutoring session had and before she knew it, Rose was rushing into the library at 10:45 on Saturday, determined not to be late again. She settled at the same table across from a vacant seat, and smiled smugly at the fact that she was earlier than Scorpius.

Rose checked her watch and took out her textbook. The book shelf behind the table shuddered and she got up to stable it when she heard a soft whimper.

"I'm sorry -" there was a break and some loud salivic sounds, whoever was there was clearly being snogged senseless, "- sorry, but - I really have to - go, I have - I have to tutor -"

Rose picked up her bag and followed the sound around the bookcase where she saw Scorpius Malfoy, pinned up against the other side by Irina Bianchi, a pureblood Slytherin witch. Suddenly feeling very weak, Rose dropped her book bag. She willed her legs to run as Irina looked up and then Scorpius.

"Rose...I -"

Her legs finally took the cue and Rose sprinted past the table, hearing Irina's giggles, and out of the library.

For the second time that week, Rose was running from Scorpius Malfoy.

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